Boogeyman

My thoughts getting sick Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick My thoughts getting sick Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick My thoughts getting sick Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick My thoughts getting sick (Sick) Somebody get me out my head My thoughts getting sick Lately I feel like my head done turned into a maze All my thoughts tell me I'm worthless and I can't escape And I know that I'm the problem one foot in the grave Screaming as I take your eyelids, now you see my face You better get up 'Cause you 'bout to get ripped up There's no one sicker 7 the demon killer I'm jack the ripper And I don't need no trigger The grave digger God fearing blood spiller, yuh Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick My thoughts getting sick Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick My thoughts getting sick Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick My thoughts getting sick Somebody get me out my head My thoughts getting sick "Hush, hush, hush, here comes the Bogeyman Don't let him come too close to you He'll catch you if he can Just pretend that you're a crocodile And you will find that Bogeyman will ru-u-u-n" Yeah, yeah, yeah I don't care about your clique I don't care about your wrist I don't care about your diss New flow, who is this? Why you on me? Catch the stick I pistol whip, you whip a brick Devil told me I'm his kid So I became an exorcist I never asked you for your help or for your love, now did I? I will have vengeance, it will be me who severs your life Don't speak my name, I see through all you liars with my third eye Pray for me tonight Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick My thoughts getting sick Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick My thoughts getting si- Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick My thoughts getting sick Somebody get me out my head My thoughts getting sick